On the other hand, without them, the Zhai siblings seemed to be freer and had gotten married without any delay.
Zhai Hua was the least aware and self-aware person present. Hearing that Tian Dong's son was only half of her daughter's age, Zhai Hua laughed. "Haha, our Jiajia is much older than your son. When you bring your son back, Jiajia can help babysit him. Dongzi, you must not have been very good. Don't they always say that foreigners are more liberal? How could you only have an eight-year-old at your age?" Logically speaking, that eight-year-old son should be his second or third child.
Tian Dong's eyes shot toward Zhai Hua, who had made fun of him, and he made a cold remark. "That may be true, but that's their business. Although our family migrated, our mindsets are still traditional. When I was younger, I focused on my career and it was inevitable that I got married a little later."
Since that was the case, his child would naturally be younger.
